To look on her that loves him well, Who ’lights and rings the gateway bell, And learns her gone and far from home; He
saddens, all the magic light
So
find I every pleasant spot
Yet
as that other, wandering there
So
seems it in my deep regret,
But
since it pleased a vanish’d eye,
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